The rough, grey waves are
rolling in and all you want to do is jump from one rooftop to another out of
fear of getting caught because having the wave’s crash and compress you is worse than
the risk and result of a fall during the pursuit of escape. You've come so far from where
you were, from the island surrounded by calm, blue sea. After years of
isolation and the tropical storms that overwhelmed the island and left the
surrounding sea untouched, a path of sharp stone rose out of the water and led
you to the shores of the real world. As you followed the path, the rocks
transformed to sand and your small, hesitant steps turned to a sprint for the
finish as the palm trees and side-walks appeared in the distance. You reached
the shore and the food tasted sweet and the air was no longer thick and the sky
had only the occasional cloud. You live and enjoy your new life on this land
but soon you remember the island from which you arrived. A feeling unlike
homesickness, but similar to desperation envelops you. How could life change so
fast? How could you have ever imagined that your time on the island would no
longer affect you in your new life on the shore? So many years were spent on
that island; it's a part of you. It always will be. You can eat the food of
this new world all you want but you cannot forget.
Sometimes you feel overwhelmed by the memories and emotions that the island
provided you. Sometimes you barely remember you once called that ancient land
home. And sometimes you can't believe you ever survived the escape. However, no matter the extent of which the
transforming path of rocks may entice you to return to your past, you know you
will never step foot on it again. Or you hope. Who knows? Maybe the new food of
the new world will stop tasting so sweet and you'll return to the island in all
its apathetic glory without even knowing, forced to find that stone
path once again.
